When the night is dark and there are not even many night owls staying up late in the capital, Le Xiao’s classmate is in high spirits and is waiting in the pharmaceutical furnace to add medicinal materials to the furnace. Similarly, in the distant Z Province and ancient Zhu now named Yin
In a dense forest on the border between India and Myanmar, there was a person who was also awake. He was staring with his eyes open at a camouflaged tent that was pitched a dozen meters away.
The person following the tent had an ordinary Chinese character face, and was wearing green camouflage clothes and pants that were very close to the color of the leaves. His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked extremely tired, and he was carrying a flat green backpack.
He crouched behind a tree, using grass and twigs as shields to cover himself, and lay close to the ground, letting his heartbeat and breathing become tiny as the vegetation decomposed them.
The tent in the distance is made of trees built into the shape of a "human". The tent is covered with green vines. There is a place for burning a fire on one side. There are four people sleeping in the tent. They are all lying in their clothes, with their arms in their arms.
There was still a gun in his hand, and another man stood under a tree next to the tent on guard duty, alert for any movement around him.
The five people inside and outside the tent were all male with Southeast Asian faces. They were also all wearing olive green clothes and pants that were the color closest to the mountain vegetation. There was a stainless steel pot on the stove for cooking, stewing food.
The night was getting thicker and thicker. At midnight, one of the people in the tent got up and replaced the man who had been watching for half the night. But after midnight, there was fog in the mountain forest and it became more and more humid.
When dewdrops condensed on the leaves, they were probably too tired. The people resting in the tent snored slightly, and the night watchman also felt sleepy. He leaned against the tree with his head drooping. He drooped his head and looked up again.
Look, after a while he nodded bit by bit, over and over again dozens of times. He felt sleepy and nodded more and more frequently.
The man hiding behind the tree was like a lurking cheetah, always monitoring the man on night watch beside the tent. His clothes and hair were wet, and his face was dewy, but he remained motionless and as firm as a stone.
Staring at the night watchman who changed shifts, watching him change from awake to sleepy, and figuring out the pattern of his nodding. When the night watchman lowered his head more and more, and when he raised his head, the interval between when he lowered his head and raised it became longer and longer, he stood up quietly.
, the cat crouched and touched the man on night watch as lightly as a lion when hunting.
He moved very lightly, each step was as subtle as a cat's steps, and occasionally he made a slight sound, like a rat scurrying by or a drop of dew making the grass sway. Such a slight sound would hardly wake up the night watchman.
Slowly, the man with bloodshot eyes got closer and closer to the night watchman. When he was three or four meters away, he paused and observed with the faint light of the embers in the stove that the night watchman and the people in the tent were not moving.
Only when he showed signs of waking up did he sneak again, approaching the night watchman bit by bit.
He was very careful, getting closer and closer to the night watchman. Finally, when the night watchman raised his eyes to look around and then lowered his head, the man with bloodshot eyes touched the back of the tree where the night watchman was leaning, and quietly took out a
He reached out from behind the tree with a machete and a dagger, and with lightning speed, he covered the night watchman's mouth and nose with one hand. He swiped the dagger towards the night watchman's neck, giving him a fierce blow to the throat.
The slash was clean and decisive, severing the night watchman's throat and aorta. The blood spurted out like a line of water just gushing out of the mouth of a fountain, several meters away.
The night watchman's mouth and nose were covered, and he didn't even make a whine. His legs twitched a few times and then went limp. He still held the gun tightly in his hand. He went to see God silently, separated by
The people in the tent less than two meters away were unconscious.
After killing a target, the man behind the tree gently lowered the night watchman, whose neck was still spurting blood, and laid the man on the ground. He opened the dead man's still stiff hand and took off the gun. The night watchman was holding a sniper.
He checked the rifle carefully and found that there were enough bullets. He checked the rifle with dazzling gestures and checked the performance of the silencer.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the man with red eyes sneaked again, changed his position, and pointed the gun at the people in the tent from a direction where he could directly face the tent, and shot decisively.
Just as the first muffled sound sounded, there was a second and third sound.
Each bullet flew diagonally downward, shooting at an irresistible speed towards a sleeping person in the tent. The bullet hit the person's heart, and the person let out a short cry, and blood spattered.
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The blood of the first person and the second bullet fell on the second person almost at the same time. Every second bullet still hit the center of the body. The sudden screams stopped suddenly in just a short moment. The person who was shot opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything. The wound on his chest kept bleeding.
Two screams in succession also woke up the other two people. The one on the edge rolled to one side, and the person caught in the middle lifted up. Just as he raised his body, he was shot in the chest by a bullet with a cold light.
It missed the vital point, he twitched, and after a brief moment of hesitation, another bullet arrived, hitting the vital point of his heart.
The third person fell down, and at the same time, he fired at the man rolling on the ground, and fired towards the area facing the tent. When he fired, he vaguely saw the shadow of someone rolling towards the grass and woods.
He fired several more shots in the direction where the black shadow was rolling, without a silencer. The sound of the gunshots broke the silence of the night and spread far away. Birds living nearby were frightened and jumped into the sky, as well as animals.
The sound of running.
The moment of chaos and noise were enough to affect people's judgment. The man in the tent jumped out of the tent and hid in the woods next to the tent. It was safer to be covered by trees than in the tent.
He had just rolled to the weeds and vines next to the tent, and before he could hide in the hidden vegetation, a bullet came in the darkness with a hissing sound that cut through the air. When he heard that familiar sound
With the sound of bullets, he had no time to roll or jump and run. He was hit on the shoulder. The pain made him involuntarily turn towards the direction of the shot shoulder. The next moment, something red and hot hit his face. First, he had blood.
There was a feeling flowing down from my forehead, then burning pain, and then my thoughts were disconnected.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His head drooped downwards, and before his face fell to the ground, a gourd was cut open in the back of his head, white and red splattered, and for a moment, the faces of the people behind him also changed.
Landing on the ground, head tilted to one side.
Four sleeping people and one night watchman died within a few minutes of each other.
The man who rolled into the woods got out of the grass, still holding the weapon seized from the enemy. He leaned out half of his body to observe, and only stood up after confirming that the four people were dead. The red in his eyes became even thicker,
It's as thick as blood and full of violent aura.
"Twenty-five in total." Holding the black guy in his hand, Yan Xing twitched the corners of his mouth and murmured, full of endless regret and sadness.
There are unwritten rules in the organization. In a beheading mission, a blood-threading machine usually kills ten people at most and must be replaced. Generally, it must be withdrawn after it kills five or seven people, because killing too many enemies will have an extreme impact on people's psychological endurance.
If you are facing a big challenge and have too much murderous intent, you may be influenced by negative emotions and have a nervous breakdown.
His psychological endurance far exceeds that of a meat grinder of the same type. Even if he kills ten times in a row, his murderous aura and negative emotions will not shake his mind. However, the maximum number of kills is usually seventeen. No matter how many more, the murderous aura is too strong, and even if there is no blood on his body, there will still be the shadow of blood.
Even dogs would be frightened by that kind of smell, and it would take at least a month of rest to gradually eliminate the murderous aura subconsciously emanating from the body and the bloody smell that appeared invisibly.
This time, it exceeded the previous limit and reached twenty-five consecutive kills.
This number is also the limit that he can persist. His masters have taught him that even if he is the guardian of the country, he is not qualified enough to kill too much. He cannot kill more than three or nine enemies until the moment of life and death.
The number of three-nine is twenty-seven people.
He has killed twenty-five consecutively, and is only two away from the number twenty-seven. He can no longer challenge his psychological limit.
He can no longer continue to carry out the beheading mission. He will also retreat next and let another group of people secretly guard the border. No outsiders will be allowed to have illegal and dangerous actions on the border under any pretext.
Yan Xing let out a breath, slowly raised his head, and covered his eyes with his hands. His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin red gauze, and his vision was not clear. This was also caused by the strong murderous aura, which is commonly known as red eyes.
After blinking his sore and sore eyes several times, he took out a pair of gloves from his backpack, replaced the pair in his hands, took out a strong flashlight, and walked over to check on the five short-lived ghosts. All five of them had bulging eyes.
He looked like he would die with his eyes closed.
Yan Xing did not sympathize with them. A soldier who died for his country deserved his death. It was an honor to pay his life for his loyal beliefs. Just like a dead soldier from another country met him, he would not be merciful and would not sympathize with him if he killed him.
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He dragged the nearest person to the place next to their tent and threw them away. He also moved the night watchman to a pile, then dragged the three people out of the tent, put them all in a row, searched them, and took them away.
He took away some important things that could prove their identity, and extracted the hair and blood of the five people as specimens. He left the guns and ammunition, threw all the unnecessary things on them, and burned them with his own strange fire.
A ball of strange fire flew out, only as big as a bowl. When it met the wind, it grew and burned the corpse.
Because he often used strange fires, and he often lived in deep mountains and old forests, he did not get any rest. He could not use fire to cook food for up to half a month, and could only eat dry food or raw food. His mental and physical strength was challenged, and he was not strong.
The mental power supports the strange fire, and the flame is also affected, and its strength is insufficient.
Fortunately, he brought the pills given by the little Loli and distributed them to the team members who were performing the beheading operation. He also took a pill himself, and he would take one whenever he couldn't hold on any longer to replenish himself with energy and barely maintain the flame.
And fighting ability.
Five people burned it for more than four minutes. When dawn came and there was light in the woods, they were finally burned to ashes, leaving a piece of scorched earth and some white powder on the ground.
Yan Xing did not dismantle the tent, but only extinguished the fire in the simple stove to avoid wildfires. He took nothing else and walked into the woods without looking back, carrying a bundle of guns. He had also seized trophies before.
The guns and bullets were all used up, and it was troublesome to carry them around. They were all destroyed. As a result, he didn't even have a gun last night and could only snatch others' with bare hands.
He walked over mountains and ridges for most of the day, finally bypassing the peaks and cliffs that even apes and animals could not climb, and returned to his own country. He walked for another half a day, and finally arrived at a sentry point for border guards to observe in the afternoon.
It is also the place where members of the beheading operation change teams.
Correcting the code word, Mr. Yan, who looked like someone else, entered the sentry point, recorded what he had seized, and handed it over to the sentry point personnel. He did not stay long, only took a shower, changed clothes, and left immediately.
A few miles away from the border villages, villagers were asked to use motorcycles to transport them to larger towns to rent cars.
When Yan Shao kept changing modes of transportation all the way, it was already evening when he arrived in Saskatchewan, Province Z. There were no direct flights to the capital from the airport, so he stayed temporarily in the city.
Even if he had a place to live, he did not dare to sleep peacefully and kept alert. When he woke up on the morning of the 27th, his eyes were still bloodshot. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes and rushed to the airport to take the 9:30 flight to Beijing.
When the plane landed safely at the Capital Airport at 1:30 in the afternoon, Yan Xing really took a breath. Only when he returned to the capital alive was he truly alive. In other places, even if he did not fall down during the mission, accidents might happen on the way.
, can’t be considered alive.
Returning to the place where he grew up, he felt that the pressure in his heart was slightly relieved. He walked out of the emergency exit and took a secret taxi outside the terminal to pick him up. He changed buses several times along the way and spent more than three days to get there.
When you return to the garrison, you first take off your human skin mask, then wash your makeup, change into light casual clothes, go to the brigade commander to report, and then report to the base office.
Liu Zhengyi only listened to the most important points of the mission, and drove Yan Xiaozi away with a straight face and asked him to have a good rest. The boy's eyes were red with mist, and there was murderous and bloody smell on his body. If he didn't get well, he would be fine. Others
People are inevitably affected by his murderous intent.
The leader asked him to leave, and Yan Xing went back to the team, picked up his personal belongings, and sent them to He's house. He felt a little violent in his heart and should not drive, otherwise he might lose patience when he was stuck in a traffic jam.
Heijiu and Shenliu, who were left behind, competed to drive. In the end, Shenliu got the task of being the driver and drove the captain's special seat to see him off. On the way, they listed the "unscrupulous" behavior of a certain little lolita to divert the captain's attention.
He used his strength to calm down his vaguely violent aura.
Yan Xing heard that it was as easy for little Lolita to dig Cordyceps as digging radishes in the ground. A charming smile appeared on her pale and tired face from wearing a human skin mask for a long time, as if the powerful person was herself, and she was proud.
Strike team member: "Little Lolita is so powerful, even someone as handsome as me can't beat her. You can only watch her sweep away the cordyceps, and then be jealous and secretly hate her."
Shen Liu almost stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake. Captain, what do you mean by the sullen expression on your face? Also, being handsome has nothing to do with digging up cordyceps, right?
The captain's thinking became more and more... out of touch. Shen Liu felt that he was a little behind the times, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear the captain criticizing others and praising his own bad behavior. Who knew that the captain was full of blood now, so he let him go first
Captain, please be narcissistic. Anyway, there is a little loli who can easily crush the captain.
There was a sixteen god who was talking about little Lolita, which made Yan Xing feel happy, and his violent aura was not that strong.
They walked and talked all the way, and before they knew it, they reached their destination. Shen Liu sent the captain into the compound where Mr. He San lived, and sent him to the gate of the courtyard. He was relieved when he saw that the captain was carrying a backpack and his movements were not much different from usual.
